*The speaking was done for me, while I was... *

I sat on my chair and thought to myself. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to dance? My sitting bum didn’t find this offensive. There is some wild unity that comes from movement. ImaGine if each body part had a mind of it’s own. The hands clapped as long as they wanted to clap, the feet stomped, the tongue blabbed, and well....no need to image any further...u get the point. ;) You’d be like a wild hungry disordered machine! But miraculously, we are given only one brain, and somehow every cell in our body is in on the secret in every moment, we want to do an abrupt move, or learn a sultry new tango routine. The connection between our hands to match, and our both our feet to attend to the same amount of strength. We must be phenomenal. I always forget the moment before I dance...but it’s okay....It makes me strive to remember.